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the way is too rough or precipitous for horses. 

 For a mile Harriet and I went forward over the 

 boulders of an old moraine. The last half-mile 

 was the most difficult of all ; the way was steep 

 and broken, and was entirely over rocks, which 

 were covered with a few inches of snow that had 

 fallen during the night. 



We climbed slowly ; all good climbers go 

 slowly. Harriet also faithfully followed another 

 good mountain rule, "Look before you step." 

 She did not fall, slip, or stumble while making 

 the climb. Of course we occasionally rested, and 

 whenever we stopped near a flat rock or a level 

 place, we made use of it by lying down on our 

 backs, straightening out arms and legs, relaxing 

 every muscle, and for a time resting as loosely as 

 possible. Just before reaching the top, we made 

 a long climb through the deepest snow that we 

 had encountered. Though the sun was warm, 

 the air, rocks, and snow were cold. Not only was 

 the snow cold to the feet, but climbing through 

 it was tiresome, and at the first convenient place 

 we stopped to rest. Finding a large, smooth rock, 

 we lay down on our backs side by side. We talked 



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